Page 80 of Faith and Fury

I start to ask what he means when the water cuts off in the bathroom. Micah resumes his coffee-making, giving me a look that promises we’ll talk about this later. Right now, our omega needs some caffeine, and all three of us need a few hours to ourselves.

Without our head alpha breathing down our necks.

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I didn’t even know it was possible for someone to pace on crutches, but Faith is giving it her best shot.

“The doctor said it’ll take six to eight weeks for that fracture to heal,” Micah reminds her. “So even if you were at headquarters, there’s nothing you could do.”

Huffing, she untucks the notepad from under her arm, leaning awkwardly to write—I CAN HELP SIRENA.

“Sirena’s got all the help she needs, then some,” I assure her. “What she wants—what all of us want, baby girl—is for you to get better. Let us handle the rest.”

Her eyes flash, sending a bolt of lightning straight to my cock. I HANDLED AXE JUST FINE.

“Careful,” I tease. “Thought we agreed to give Maverick the credit for that?”

“Besides,” Micah puts in, “that was probably the adrenaline. You try to fight on that ankle again, you’re risking greater damage.”

She huffs, slightly more resigned this time. Just one night with Micah has taken their relationship to another level. Any idiot can tell—the fleeting looks, the pink-dusted cheeks, the lingering touches.

She trusts him. And he’d do anything for her.

“Hey, angel,” Micah says, walking into the living room with a plate of sandwiches. “It’s time for your pain meds. Can you eat something first?”

It’s the most placid she’s been in hours—sprawled across the couch, her ankle elevated in my lap while we watch the news. I expect her to reach for her notepad when, instead, she signs. The single word is basic enough that even I understand.

Maybe.

Micah and I share a look, intrigued. I feel myself grinning.

“You trying to bargain, sweetness?” I ask.

She shrugs mischievously.

“Hm …” I growl, running my hand up her calf. “Better give us your terms, then.”

She turns her attention to Micah, signing slowly. My inner alpha grumbles at me to keep up.

Talk … first. Eat … later?

I frown. Do I have that right?

Micah looks equally uncertain, and so, with a sigh, Faith picks up her notepad.

I’LL TAKE MY MEDS - AFTER WE TALK ABOUT AXE.

No matter how many times we tell her—no fieldwork until she’s better—the message just won’t sink in. “Faith …” Micah starts.

JUST TALK.

I’m not sure what Faith wants to tell us that we don’t already know, but if she thinks it’s important enough to withhold her pain meds, then I’m willing to hear her out.

She explains, I CAN’T SIT HERE DOING NOTHING. AND YOU MIGHT AS WELL KNOW THE DETAILS.

I frown. “Details?”

AXE. THE RING. EVERYTHING I HAVEN’T TOLD CALEB.

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